Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.